bb The sun, that lights its shining folds, The cross,on which the Saviour died. Nor skill,nor might,nor mer-it ours; We conquer on-ly in that sign. A-men. tid -ings of peace, Tidings of Jesus, re-demption and re-lease. A-men. With loving zeal; The poor, and them that mourn, The faint and over-borne, Trav'ler, blessed - ness and light, Peace and truth, its course por-tends. Trav - 'ler, dark-ness takes its flight, Doubt and ter ror are with-drawn. Watch-man, doth its beau-teous ray Aught of joy or hope fore- tell? gave them birth? qui et home: |